An old school friend of mine lost his father on Shabbat and the funeral was yesterday. As is the custom, he is sitting shiva in his parents' house. This means that, for a week, he observes a public mourning, whereby he sits on a low chair and people come to visit him and his mother, to pay their condolences and comfort him.
I went this evening and I'm glad to say that he appeared to be in good spirits. His father had been very ill and his passing was expected. It's not the case every time.
I always leave a shiva (which literally means seven, because that's the number of days he sits) feeling extraordinarily appreciative that I am still blessed with two healthy parents. Thank G-d, I am of an age where most of my friends still have their parents but slowly, as we are getting older, the inevitable is taking place.
I just want to continue thanking G-d for allowing me to enjoy the presence of my parents, in good health and may this be the case for many, many, many years. May they both live to 120 and beyond.